This is my dodgy attempt at a songfic. Based on 'Lullaby', The Courteeners.

Sherlock watched John leave the cemetery. He was sorely tempted to follow him and see what he did next, but he had other things to do. But before he turned to go out of the other gate, he remembered the look on John's face.

The tears that wet the soil by the grave.

Like a dying rose in the cold you froze
I'm holding the thorns on the floor

Molly handed him another sample in a petri dish. The cold plastic twisted Sherlock's gut. It was dead, hard, stiff. Like he was meant to be. But John was alive. Sherlock could just imagine his grin as they solved another case, his muted sniggers as Sherlock confounded Anderson and Donovan.

Sherlock wished he could go back to Baker Street, back to John. He imagined it. He'd go in, and John would drop his paper, and scream. But within an hour they'd be back to normal.

But I can't because I'm a mess, I'm too proud
I'm stubborn and I'm selfish and you know that I'm loud

Sherlock sat in the café, trying to listen to Molly's plans to get him out of the country.

"It's not safe here, Sherlock."

"Yeah."

But his mind drifted. He looked at the newspaper in front of him. John was on the cover. 'DISGRACED DETECTIVE DEFENDED BY FRIEND'.

Sherlock chuckled slightly. Good old John.

"Sherlock. Sherlock! You're not even listening to me."

"Yes, I am. Costa del Sol, great."

There was a long silence.

"I know how you feel, Sherlock."

You don't, Molly, he thought.

I'm with my friends, I'm on my own
I'm in a crowded bar, I'm on my own
I'm with everyone else, I'm on my own
It's nobody's fault but my own

Did I do OK? Sorry it's not that good.

If you happen to be on YouTube, look up The Courteeners. Try 'Take Over the World', 'The Opener' and 'Cameo Brooch'- seriously, they're brill.